"I might," he admitted. Maybe it would be better to ride this out with Geralt. Less risk of hurting the people he cared most about. Geralt was becoming a good friend, but... he wasn't Dorian. He wasn't his kadan, and he wasn't his lieutenant.

Bull considered for a moment and looked at Geralt, who still seemed to be reeling a little either from the headbutt or the liquor.

"Hey. You hunt monsters, right?"